Out of Smack

In an attempt to allow my body the ultimate highs and lows of a sugar rush, I have foregone all sweets this week to prepare for our annual Scary Movies and Pie party this weekend.  I decided to host this fete last year when I found out the show I was working on was going to fold within the week.  What helps me through tragic times like those?  Being thankful no one I love is possessed by the devil.  Also eating pie.  Did you get that?  Yes.  Perspective.  Perspective is key, and it's something I find only in horror films and art I don't understand.

Cliffhanger is sharing hostess duties this year, which means I stuck her with the least desirable task:  designing the Evite.  Evite is, like, two letters (or maybe three) away from evil.  And Evite does not like to save Cliffhanger's hard work, which means she called me from her office past nine PM on Friday because she needed moral support to re-create the damn thing for the fourth time.  Now we know how the Wright brothers must have felt when they were attempting to get a plane off the ground.  Discouraged, frustrated, and rife with low blood sugar.

Now, I know in the scheme of things (i.e. my aforementioned speech regarding perspective) that losing an Evite doesn't sound like a big deal.  But on a Friday night, with an empty stomach and stress, I think having your computer not save your work might, just might, rank right up there with having to take refuge from the undead in a nice, clean shopping mall.  Or being incinerated when you thought you were going to dance the night away to Jon Secada.  Of course, I keep thinking I'll get to dance at least one of my nights away to Jon Secada, but it has yet to happen.

I'm going to call the Make A Wish foundation immediately.